October 7, 1991.
I wasn't exactly an emotional person. Feeling wasn't in my agenda, and it took me a lot to get me really riled up, or to the point of extreme sadness that I'd actually cry a little. In fact, if I remember correctly I hadn't cried in years. With him gone, I had nothing to cry about. Or to fear.
But now, I was just so damn frustrated.
He wasn't supposed to talk to me. He was supposed to keep his distance, and ignore me. That's exactly what I wanted. If he intended to sneak his way back into my life, I sure as hell wouldn't allow it. My life was mine, it wasn't his…anymore. He didn't control me.
His brother's words kept haunting me…"Little brother…"
He dared call me that? Like we were even related? He hated me. That much was obvious, wasn't it? The everlasting reminders were enough, I thought, shaking my sleeves down as I pulled into the parking lot.
I clenched my fists tightly on the steering wheel. I was so angry. He was the man I had once looked up to—with admiration and envy—and what was there now?
Nothing.
Nothing at all. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore; I've already told myself that. Suddenly, a yell from behind me successfully halted my pathetic self pity party. I halted in my steps, and took a deep breath.
"Sasuke!"
Craning my head back in the direction from where I walked, I saw Sakura waving enthusiastically towards me, dragging a very flustered Lee along by the arm. I glued on my most convincing smirk.
Behind the couple were Shikamaru, who's hand was sloppily intertwined with the grinning Ino, and Neji and Tenten. I inwardly groaned. I'm going to be surrounded by couples all night. And at that moment, I was already calculating an intricate escape plan. Clubs weren't exactly my thing, anyway. Just hopeless drunks and horny girls? Che.
Dog-breath just stood trying to make Gaara talk, snapping his fingers in his face. I should've probably said something; I've known sandy since what, sixth grade? He didn't like talking. Winding my way through sweaty bodies, whose movements slowed from the flashing strobe lights, I sat myself at the island bar. I immediately heard uncontrollable giggling from a group of girls standing by the DJ, and I spun my chair around, disgusted. Sometimes I really hated girls.
Well, I didn't really hate them. They were just so damn annoying; it took me years just to get used to Sakura. Hell, I'm not even used to the others yet. Well I suppose Neji's alright, but he's a damn prick. Sipping my non-alcoholic drink (I was underage, but I still hated alcohol), I watched Gaara glare at Kiba's antics. Eventually, Ino and Shikamaru left to go dance.
It's gonna be a long night.
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October 8, 1991.
Did it have to be so cold? Shivering violently, my breath visible in white puffs of smoke, I grazed my way across the club parking lot. Even from hundreds of feet away, you could hear the loud music; and it wasn't even good music either. Just the overrated house trash, with clashing bells and dubstep or whatever its supposed to be called. It all sounds the same…I hated clubs. It's all just drunk sweaty people, anyway.
But it was probably at least a bit warm in there…
Walking across the street, shuddering, I spotted something that stuck out to me immediately; I started panicking. I haven't seen it, in what, a week?
The lot was packed with cars, but something caught my eye, even in the dark, there was no mistaking it. The shiny, dark navy blue car? With zero one, one five, nine eight, two four, license plate number? Sasuke's car?
Is Sasuke here?
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Twirling my keys on my fingers, I strode over to my new car, parked next to a brick wall, and unlocked it with a press of a button.
"Byeeee Sasuke!" Flicking my hand over to Ino, and Sakura and the others (although Kiba was just nowhere to be found) I swung my car door open with my other hand, started the car quickly and slid out of my parking space.
There was only one thing I was going to do now, and that is sleep. Until Wednesday.
I was sort of glad I went tonight; it took my mind off stressing subjects. I'd completely forgotten about my brother for now, or I was just pushing him to the back of my mind. I didn't need to deal with that, he didn't even deserve my thinking time. But there was just a lingering thought that kept giving me little fluttering butterflies deep down in my stomach, but just couldn't remember what it was. It wouldn't go away, and it was extremely irritating.
But as my eyes widened, and my car screeched to a halt, I remembered exactly what it was.
Scrunched up, slightly shivering, and back against a thoroughly graffiti-covered wall, was the reason I wasn't completely at peace. I knew I did something wrong, and it was staring straight up at my in the face. Throwing all my sensibility away, I leapt out of my car in seconds bracing myself for the hostile cold. Approaching him cautiously; I noticed with complete bafflement he was sleeping. Who in their right mind, would sleep outside in this weather, wearing only that?
I knew it was him, even if I haven't seen him since…who knows when? The spiky blonde hair, and that tan skin gave him away instantly.
If it weren't such a confusing situation I would have smiled at how adorable Naruto looked, head nodding off to the side; his face was serene, like he had nothing to worry about, like everything was okay. But the shivering and the slight crease of his eyebrows gave it all away.
Crouching down, under the streetlight with my hands on my knees, I studied him for a moment. I didn't expect to ever meet him like this, if not ever meet him again. But that feeling in the pit of my stomach lightened and I realized I hadn't felt so calm since…
Despite all my excitement; I was extremely at loss. What exactly am I supposed to do know? Tap him on the shoulder? Why is it I'm always faced with some sort of awkward situation where I have to wake Naruto up?
Now or never, I suppose. I couldn't let him sleep outside like this; and I wanted to know why. Curiosity killed the cat, they said…
And I never knew this one moment, this one decision would single-handedly determine the rest of my life, my fate.
I nudged him once, and it was like he sprung to life, and I saw those blue diamonds again; but this time, there was no warmth, no calmness. Only fear. It was like the whole world around us went gray, and the only colorful thing in sight were his eyes. As much I hated to admit it…they were beautiful.
I sank quietly…
Until I heard a frightened whimper, and the streetlight above us flickered, engulfing us in pure darkness. There were no cars out at this hour, the only that could be heard was his soft pleading…
"Please…"
I found my voice, somehow. I whispered, in a daze… "Please what, Naruto?"
He was silent then, just for a moment. The tension melted ever so slightly, and he spoke in a louder more confident voice…
"H-How do you know my name?"
Wait what? Did he not know who I was? Did he forget already? I frowned in annoyance. Was I really that unimportant, he didn't remember me at all?
"Of course I know your name, dobe. You slept at my house; I sort of saved your life and everything—"
"SASUKE?" He said incredulously, springing up from the wall, trying to squeeze himself into it; putting as much distance from me as possible.
"What are you doing out here? Do you know what time it is? And why," I looked him up and down, and noticed uncomfortably his attire hasn't changed, "are you wearing summer clothes? Are you stupid? Do your parents even know where you—"
"It's none of your business," Naruto pouted immaturely, as he relaxed off the wall and his arms flopped to his sides. But I stubbornly brought my face down to his, piercing him with my eyes; he was forced to be pressed against the brick wall again. He glared at me, well tried to; he looked too adorable when he was angry, his eyes filled with emotion, his dimples popped out, and his cheeks looked even more pouty…"And my parents wouldn't care."
Something about that statement bothered me to the core. Of course they would care…if my parents were still around; they'd skin me alive if I were out this hour, despite my age and that I was already moved out. Naruto was taking his parents for granted, and damn did that make me angry.
"Go home, dobe. Or I'll call your parents." I was serious.
I felt him cringe; that didn't surprise me. He's probably scared, now; I remember when I was younger, a scolding from my father was one of the worst things a person could experience. And I truthfully, I'd do anything to hear another, at least one more time.
"You can't call my parents, and I can't go home, okay? Just please, leave me alone…" Naruto whispered it so sincerely, so sadly, so hopelessly…
So pleadingly…
I chose not to fall for it. I've already saved him once, and I'll do it again. I don't know why I just didn't walk away; if he wanted to be left alone in the dark I should've left him, I shouldn't care.
"And why can't I? Afraid you'll get in trouble? I can't leave you out here. Don't you have a car? Just drive home, dobe, don't be so stubborn—"
The light flickered back on, illuminating our faces.
And his sparkling tears…
His gaze pierced me from deep within my stomach, and the feeling came back tenfold. My breathing turned ragged, and I frowned again; something was clear to me now, something I didn't realize before. It was disconcerting… The most unnerving was he was trying his best not to look miserable, he was holding back his sorrow, but I could still feel it…He was even smiling, weakly…
"I d-don't have a car, S-Sasuke," Naruto said, looking me straight in the eye. "I don't have anything…"
Anything at all…
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Maybe I should just kill myself. I'm a horrible person. I don't deserve SHIT.
I DON'T DESERVE YOUR LOVELY REVIEWS OR SUPPORT UDGH UDBGFD FHRUEHFSEUHF34T804
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Oh and. This chapter is like…really short. I think…I don't know…umm.
But I love you all anyway, the people who've stuck by since the beginning, (actually I'm only like 3 chapters in but STILL) and the new-comers. And I'm sorry for lying and not updating on Friday…it's Saturday evening…better late than never.
Next chapter out? Actually…I have…no idea. School started a couple weeks ago, I don't have much homework or anything but it takes up most of my day…ugh. But damn, it feels great to finally be back, I got to see all the friends I haven't got to see during summer
Well thanks for reading; you even read my insanely pointless author's note about my life…You should be very proud of yourself. Enjoy your virtual non-existent cookies
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